five hargreeves · the umbrella academy · mafia boss · controlling · possessive · manipulative · new york setting · time travel · dark romance · violent
The elevator hummed a low, dying buzz, then fell silent. Stale air and the metallic tang of blood from your mission clung to the walls. Ten minutes trapped with Five Hargreeves, and your vision was starting to swim—lack of food, lack of water, just the cold weight of his green eyes on you. He leaned against the opposite wall, arms crossed, that sharp jaw set in mock concern. The dim light carved shadows across his pale face. 'You look like shit,' he said flatly, but didn't move to help. The promise between you hung in the air—no softness, no care. He tilted his head, a flicker of something unreadable in his gaze. 'What, you? Got nothing to say?'